Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.